Текст песни Dikan - кот в мешке

On concrete paths of urban plains
reflecting in glasses of shop windows
I walve and see what hate
Gray shades of monotonous paintings.
We are all like one with each new day
In these time waves in flow.
weekdays, weekends, drowned we are boots.
The degradation of the nation is blowing, Vodka Zhra.
In most, we do not live, rather survive,
Kremlin fascists people burn out.
Brains do not move, we see everything in pink,
Why read books in general? It is better to jerk off on the Internet.
Satisfied with what they give, and more and do not need
In McDech, like in paradise, a stupid ruminant flock.
Further the nose is not visible, and not interesting
Instead of self-knowledge, Pivko at the entrance.
Raise the ass from the chair, throw a fucking box
At least prove that you are real.
Live according to the charters graft and be a flower in a pot
Thanks but I do not need. True cat in a bag.